"What? Can't I come from this palace?" Gui Yue raised an evil smile on her face, and she casually wiped out the candlelight in the room, making Lin Meng unable to find the human skin mask on his face.

Bent over and hugged Lin Meng in his arms, "Tonight is our wedding candle!"

"You should have been with your sister, why..."

"Are you unhappy when I come to you in this palace?" Guiyue picked up the person and gently placed it on the bed, then took off her wedding dress and exposed her inner clothes.

Lin Meng was so happy that she was about to go crazy. She hugged Guiyue's neck with both hands and nodded shyly: "I am very happy, I am so happy that I am about to go crazy."

"Don't tell the princess!"

"Well, I obey the order!" Lin Meng's eyes were full of malice. It turned out that Yan Qingyu was not satisfied with Your Highness at all, so Your Highness secretly ran out to find her.

She will definitely use her health to keep Your Highness, and sooner or later the position of the princess will be hers.

Thinking of this, Lin Meng was very enthusiastic. She took the initiative to seduce the slutty and was even more obscene than the brothel woman. She used her body and the skills she learned to hang up the man in front of her like a snake.

But I don’t know that I am not the real fourth prince at all.

All the fourth princes are fake, whether it is the ghost moon in front of you or Si Yucheng... they are all fake.

But no one knows.

A wedding night is also a plan, but it is a typical hell on earth in Mo Yan.

Yan Hongyu became the Sixth Prince's Concubine in despair. After worshiping Mo Yan, she waited in her new house uneasy, thinking about what to do next. It was late at night when Mo Yan came back in a state of alcohol. Because of the concubine De and Rong Xinhou Mansion, there were not many guests.

It is much more lively than the Fourth Prince's Palace.

After dealing with all the guests, Mo Yan came to the new house in a state of alcohol and waved his hand to signal the girl beside him to leave. Mo Yan pulled off the joyful handkerchief from Yan Hongyu's head and met Yan Hongyu's pale and bloodless face.

Mo Yan hooked Yan Hongyu's chin and looked under the candlelight quietly: "My dear, today is so beautiful!"

Yan Hongyu's whole body was trembling, afraid.

"Hao...Your Highness..."

Seeing this man, Yan Hongyu couldn't help but turn red in her eyes. Her pitiful appearance could arouse the love of all men, but not the man in front of her.

"My beloved concubine, Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold at a moment, why are you crying?" Mo Yan's voice was extremely cold, which made Yan Hongyu quickly understand what she was going to face. She knelt on the ground with a thud and begged for mercy helplessly, "Your Highness, please let the minister go."

"If you say nothing, you can't let go. You are the prince's concubine in this palace, why do you cry?" Mo Yan's eyes were filled with darkness, and he fed it to her mouth with the wedding wine on the side.

Yan Hongyu dared not resist and could only drink the wine that had given medicinal medicine.

"Didn't my beloved concubine ask why I treat you like this before?" Mo Yan unbuttoned Yan Hongyu's belt, and his voice was unpredictable and gloomy, "Because I am a toy that others play with, I play with your body, and she plays with the heart of this hall."

"Your Highness..." Yan Hongyu's medicine was quickly reacting, and she looked at the man in front of her confused and helplessly.

What do these words mean?

"This palace can't beat her, so this palace becomes her toy. If you can't beat her, you will also become her toy. You and I are her toys, but the most important thing in her heart is this palace, so this palace is qualified to play with you and manipulate your life..."

Mo Yan stripped Yan Hongyu's wedding dress. He held the wedding dress and buried his face in the wedding dress. He imagined that the woman he married was actually Yan Qingyu, but she was kidnapped.

"The strong are the most respected, and this hall is better than you, so this hall will deal with you as much as I want. She is better than this hall. No matter what I ask this hall to do, this hall is not qualified to refuse."

"So, do you understand this way?"

Yan Hongyu didn't understand, and didn't understand at all, why did the Sixth Prince suffer from grievances from others, but he was the one who suffered?

Why is it yourself?

"You can choose to die, but are you willing to die? This palace cannot bear to die, so it becomes the object of her playing with."

"You are not dead because of the princess' identity? Then you will bear it well. When you get something, you will have to bear the relevant price."

Waving her hand, several secret guards walked in, Yan Hongyu suddenly widened her eyes, and the memory of fear appeared again. She twisted her body and struggled constantly.

Several secret guards walked over very skillfully, took off their clothes, knelt beside her, and lit fire up and down on her body.

Mo Yan quietly held the wedding dress and curled his lips: "I will enter the palace tomorrow morning, so be at peace when playing!"

Several secret guards nodded obediently, hugged Yin Hongyu, who was hot and hot all over her body and started to do the same thing as a bedmate who had sex with a man and a woman.

Mo Yan looked quietly until his concubine Zhao Jiujiu walked in, ignoring the scene of a woman fighting against three men on the bed. She wrapped around Mo Yan's wrist, "Your Highness, it's late at night, sister, it's time to go to bed."

"Today, you and I will sleep in the side room, and listen to the prince's voice on the bed to help me sleep." Mo Yan hugged Zhao Jiujiu's shoulder seriously, which made Zhao Jiujiu stare at the scene of a woman and three men rising and falling on the bed with disdain and contempt.

A princess who is only worthy of serving the guards, hum!

So what about the position of princess?

Your Highness said that the position of princess is just a sex slave to the guards. If anyone wants it, he can take it away. He is just a replacement for this woman and becomes a tool for these people to vent their desires.

In the past, she would have coveted the position of princess, but now, she hopes that the woman in front of her will be able to take the princess from a steady state.

Your Highness, it's hers!

"Your Highness..." Zhao Jiujiu's body was soft and wrapped around Mo Yan, indicating that it was very strong. Mo Yan slid his hand into her clothes and squeezed it hard, "Little Fairy, is healed?"

Zhao Jiujiu lowered her head and giggled: "It's been a long time ago, I'll wait for your highness to love you well."

"Call Rong Ruo, this palace doesn't want you to be hurt again!"

A faint jealousy flashed through Zhao Jiujiu's eyes, but she thought of the cruelty of the man in front of her in bed. There was a Rong Ruo who endured the cruel treatment of His Highness for her, which made her not hurt for several days.

Rong Ruo was seriously injured every time he served His Highness with her, because the Highness on the bed became particularly cruel from the beginning. Rong Ruo endured rude treatment again and again, and only after Ren Ren vented, he kicked the bed out of the bed.

After that, you will be gentler to yourself.

But those tenderness is far from something you can bear, and it often causes unbearable pain, but it is much easier than those Rong Ruo endured.

"Well, okay, I'll call Rong Ruo here!" Although Zhao Jiujiu was jealous of having a woman who divided the prince with him, when she thought about it carefully, Rong Ruo was just a sex slave whom the prince vented. Although he climbed onto the bed, his prince did not treat her as a human being. After he was extremely lustful and kicked off the bed like a prop.

She could get the gentleness of His Highness, and that sex slave was just a tool.

Although she was unwilling to climb onto the bed with a tool at the same time, in order not to be treated so cruelly, she endured it!

...

In the prince's mansion, Gong Zuiran slowly went to bed with the drunk Prince His Highness, and drank it for him. He had already prepared the sobering soup. Gong Zuiran's excessively beautiful face appeared and disappeared under the jumping candlelight.

"Did you say Yan Hongyu failed? She still married the sixth prince, and Yan Qingyu was picked up by Jiu Qiansui himself, and she said she was willing to guarantee her innocence?"

Beside Gong Zuiran, a girl bent down, "Yes, Empress!"

"Yan Hongyu is too unbearable to support her. Since that's the case, let my aunt say that she will come to the palace tomorrow and ask her to explore the reality of the fourth brother and sister in the palace!" Gong Zuiran's beautiful face was full of murderous intent, and her iron-blooded and firm tone was clearly not the emotion that a woman in a boudoir should have.

The woman from the Gong family around her is definitely the best one who can become the Crown Princess because this is the rule of the Gong family.

After drinking some sobering soup, Mo Yiqing became a little sensible. He heard Yan Qingyu's name and couldn't help calling her gently. He put his back on Gong Zuiran's waist and pressed her on the bed. He sat on Gong Zuiran's body. A killing intention flashed through Mo Yiqing's eyes.

"Yan Qingyu, you can't beat me after all, and I will never let you go!"

Gong Zuiran browed all the time, it was obvious that the man in front of him had already been drunk and was confused, and regarded himself as Yan Qingyu.

"Your Highness, I am not Yan Qingyu!"

Mo Yiqing tore off Gong Zuiran's clothes hard. What he saw in front of him was Yan Qingyu, who was pressed tightly under him, so he tore off her clothes without hesitation, leaving traces of her rudely on her body.

This woman he dreams of killing.

"Yan Qingyu...Yan Qingyu...Yan Qingyu..."

Gong Zuiran did not expect that one day she would become someone else's substitute. She couldn't believe that the prince's heart was so imaginary Yan Qingyu. If it were just hatred, why should he treat stripping her naked?

And she is Yan Qingyu's substitute.

Gong Zuiran slapped Mo Yiqing's neck with a palm, trying to make the man on his body faint, but he didn't expect that when his hand was just raised, the man's body sank violently.

The tearing pain made her slap Mo Yiqing on the shoulder with a palm, causing Mo Yiqing to become crazy and his movements became more and more rude.

He kept chanting Yan Qingyu's name. The woman he saw in his eyes now was Yan Qingyu. She was showing a painful expression, with tears in her eyes.

Anyone who disobeys him must die, so let’s kill her like that!

The way to die in bed seems to be good!

Mo Yiqing's fierce movements tortured Gong Zuiran severely. The severe pain caused the blood on her face to disappear. The pain caused by the torture of her body was far less than that of Mo Yiqing's unconscious name: Yan Qingyu.

It turned out that in the heart of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, he wanted to treat that woman like this!

Gong Zuiran endured the pain in her body and slapped Mo Yiqing's chest with a heavy palm. She was very cruel and didn't care whether she would hurt her man.

Mo Yiqing was knocked out of her palm, and Gong Zuiran directly lifted it hard and threw it down from the bed. Gong Zuiran's legs were incredibly painful. Blood dripped on the bed sheet, and red plums stinged her eyes. She stared at Mo Yiqing who was unknown to life and death on the ground for a long time. After a long time, she gritted her teeth fiercely: "Yan Qingyu, you are so good!"

No matter who it is, the wedding night is not peaceful.

The storm is coming.
Chapter completed!